These little boxes we live in,
houses, cars and work.
Frustrating isn’t it.
Lives so mundane,
lives so plain.
Houses, cars and work.
Daily repetition.
Treadmills we live on.
Houses, cars and work,
houses, cars and work…
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 26th, 2026 18:49
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life seems built of routines and when one wears out it is replaced with another. Well written reinforced by the repetition in the poem. Well done
I had a psychiatrist for many years. She told me “Routine is very important for mental health.” For me a daily routine helps me poop every day!
Thanks as always for commenting on many poems every day.
You are most welcome
We end up in a Box eventually.
Well Said.
Who came up with the square anyways?
Must’ve been one. Let’s have our ashes shot out of a cannon!
Thanks for the visit!
My Pleasure.
Good write JM. With me 3 brain cells as a GPD, I can't think inside nor outside of the box. Strange place to be thinking - in a box. Hmmm. lol.
I no longer have brain cells, they’re like prisons don’t ya know!
Too many boxes everywhere. Where are you supposed to take a crap? This site works for me!
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